How We Roll

[Verse 1: Canibus] I never freestyle for free without chargin' niggas a fee It'll cost you a brain cell just to cypher with me I'm the type of MC that rocks for the glory I don't give a fuck if you ignore me or camcord me Freestyle or written, spittin' with infinite ammunition For anybody tryna go the distance I promise ya no less than a hundred thousand kilometers My bomb threats'll have you evacuatin' your continent I'm barbaric with the alphanumeric Hittin' you with lyrics that separate your body from your spirit This is for wack niggas doing shows and shit 'Cause I'll be in the crowd if you ain't controllin' it [Pre-Chorus] (Drop the mic, you shouldn't be holdin' it) [Chorus: Panama P.I.] I roll with the wildest niggas West Indian island niggas, unemployed jobless niggas The foulest niggas, who never smile at niggas Some hostile violent, chemically imbalanced niggas [Verse 2: Canibus] We savages, snatchin' microphones from amateurs 'Cause like women who get abortions, I ain't havin' it I rip you, my metaphor content will split you Into little powder-like crystals so I can sniff you What I say should be displayed at the Smithsonian Your rhymes are phonier than cubic zirconias Have you any idea what I do to crews like you How many niggas in my career I ran through? Comin' after ya, blastin' ya With the shotgun like a front seat passenger You must be askin' for some sort of a massacre I'll attack your cardiovascular Shatter you like glass in automobile crashes When I smash that ass into blackberry molasses Rip your speaker to ashes and kick a hole in it 'Cause I'll be in the crowd if you ain't controllin' it [Chorus: Panama P.I.] You see I roll with the wildest niggas West Indian island niggas, unemployed jobless niggas The foulest niggas, who never smile at niggas Some hostile violent, chemically imbalanced niggas See I roll with the wildest niggas West Indian Island niggas, unemployed jobless niggas The foulest niggas, who never smile at niggas Some hostile violent, chemically imbalanced niggas [Verse 3: Canibus] I'm the illest lyricist in America MCs can't see me 'cause I'm too quick for the human retina to register I roll up on your crew quicker than long sleeves At a speed that would confuse Keanu Reeves So ask yourself, who am I? I'm the illest MC that you ever seen in your fuckin' life I hop into the backseat of a cab and rhyme 'Til the meter says nine, nine, nine, nine Line for line I battle any kind of MC at any time Whether they signed or unsigned With many lines, more lines than a million pair of Adidas More lines than the Bible quoted from Jesus More lines than an African herd of zebras Niggas just ain't fuckin' with the Canibus sativa This is for all you niggas doin' shows and shit 'Cause I'll be in the crowd if you ain't controllin' it [Pre-Chorus] (Drop the mic, you shouldn't be holdin' it) [Chorus: Panama P.I.] See I roll with the wildest niggas West Indian island, unemployed jobless niggas The foulest niggas, who never smile at niggas Some hostile violent, chemically imbalanced niggas See I roll with the wildest niggas West Indian island, unemployed jobless niggas The foulest niggas, who never smile at niggas Some hostile violent chemically imbalanced nigga!